I made notes on the Daewoo on my lone journey back home, of my first official trip; Notes about my colleague S, along with my usual list of obscurities and analyses. I was almost there, but couldn’t quite get around to doing it yet. I had made enough jokes and faces about her, to continue the show for all to see. But I’ve been pushed into speaking up. Here goes.
So yeah, S annoyed the crap out of me for many, many (recurring decimal) reasons. The flooded bathroom after doing wuzu, incessant whining (ayyyn!), food complaints, and hysterically buying 7 cakes from United Bakery, because Lahore doesn’t have any cake selling bakeries anymore it seems. Waking up at 7:30 to go to work. Bloody workaholic. I’m sick of the middle class yearning to learn and work and please the boss, ALL the time. However, that’s just me being a brat/snob, having the luxury of not working on a need basis. This is a separate blog entry in itself.
This was supposed to be another weekend spent in the capital city, for a second cousins wedding. I skipped it and went to a Halloween party instead, which probably wasn’t the best of choices to make but fun nonetheless. Sometimes, I like to just stand back and watch people; covert participant observation of sorts. It’s like a bad habit which follows me everywhere. As bad a habit as pressing the spacebar twice after each full stop, from all the report writing I’ve been doing according to the ‘office guidelines’.
I sometimes wish I could just be able to not notice things like my boss’s greasy hair. Or the mutilated toenail on the internees lefts foot; or whether nameless boy in Econ class had shaved his armpits this week or not. Not being able to eat Dean’s cheese and chick on a stick fried in rancid fat is just another on the list. And if only S’s whining, insisting on brushing her teeth after breakfast (‘otherwise I get a fever and rash on my neck’ etc. etc.) and talking at the top of her lungs didn’t bother me. If only I didn’t notice things. Didn’t smell, see, hear things your average Joe wouldn’t give a second thought, sniff, etc. to. Ignorance would truly be bliss. Not being able to smell fresh bananas in the kitchen upon entering the house from the main door, desi ghee in the morning paratha, or the difference between haleeb and halla milk, would’ve been great.
We might as well be cats in the next life.